His fingers lead to time’s caress
As sounds like brightly coloured silk
Resonate from ancient walls
As rich and warm as mother’s milk
Elbow poised to guide his bow
He draws a note from deep within
His music touches all who hear
With passion and seductive sin
All he feels etched on his face
His body lost to music’s sway
Eyes closed, his soul is quite immersed
Nay, drenched, in melodic affray
As Lonely cry of violin
Bursts forth with melancholic song
And spell-bound ears, hearts and minds
Reverberate and sing along.
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